She said she'd be back before I'd know it, but it's been over a month. I've counted every day, every hour and every second. It's been tough. It's been long and agonizing. Ezra was the king, so his days were filled with things to do. I am not a king. Heck, I'm not even technically a prince. I only have the vast of spells I can learn. But that isn't enough to block out the pain in my head and heart. 

I feel lost. I feel like I have no purpose. I feel like a leaf drifting in the ocean's current. Leafs don't have a purpose. They float around and wait for something to happen. That's where I was about now. Just a leaf floating in the ocean. No where to go. 

The only thing that gave me purpose was this mirror. I don't know why I'm addicted to it. It calls to me. I move my hand around the gold. It's so smooth. I stare at myself in the mirror. I look older. I guess I should. I am growing up. I have seen so much. I have starred death in the face so many times. I should be able to enjoy life but without Rayla. Heh. 

I have no purpose. My existence is meaningless.